Ye Wu looked at the sixth arena.
Wuji Sect, Meng Xia.
The direct disciple of Venerable Taoyuan, and Xingyun's senior brother.
He... should be able to take a hit or two, right?
Meng Xia, seeing Ye Wu's expectant look, couldn't help but sneer.
Master said, let him try to exhaust Ye Wu to lay the groundwork for Xingyun's victory.
What does that mean?
It means that he thinks he's no match for Ye Wu at all.
The only one capable of defeating Ye Wu is Xingyun.
However.
On what basis does the master think he's no match for Ye Wu?
There's no need for Xingyun to even make a move; he, Meng Xia, is the one to defeat Ye Wu.
Meng Xia's expression was as calm as water as he ascended the arena.
Both used swords; Xingyun's Black Cloud Sword was slender and light, while Meng Xia's Earth Burial Sword was a heavy sword.
The height of this sword was nearly half of Meng Xia's height, it looked quite powerful.
Ye Wu glanced at the Earth Burial Sword, raising an eyebrow slightly.
